The times. (Owosso, Mich.) 1882-1897, 1887-11-25
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p'lice and fireworks"-
''Rags, yer out of yer lattyt,,dc, as the
sailors down at the Hum scz. To-mo--
rows Thanksgiving, kid"
"What's that, Bottlesg"
'"Thc day set part for dom big feedin',
sabeg"
"Yup," responded Rags.
81 say, Rags, did my Ole see you lick
it up-the puss?'
''No; jist seen IL kinder jammed down
in big crack | knowed it was ducats,
and when KNOWN Il thing of that sort, |
made sure no one was look.n' when l
| lifted it,
"And purity good lift it vas, Rags.
That one lift means big feedin' fur you
and l long with the swells IL there's
huff ducats left We'll get sum new toys
and board round spell fore settlin'
down to biz gin. Nixy, now, here comes
| the old woman"
The latter entered with the pitcher of
| beer The waits went to the SNUFF box win
| dow and gazed out upon the chilly look
ing roofs and the slippery street below.
| The old woman drank the beer, after
which she rolled herself in battered
blanket, laid down upon u creaking bed,
turned her face to the wall, and was soon
loudly snoring.
''She's gone up, Rags. Nov fur it, but
hang rag over the keyhole first" said
the boy. The girl did as he requested,
then came and sat down by him. He
! poured the clinking pieces upon the soap
box under the window sill.
"Rags, / reckon there's huff ducats here
to buy hull house from bottom to ca
| baza"
| ~Really DottlesS'
''You hear your father talk! / hain't
much on the count, but I guess l can
strike it within few hundred Jist fol-
Ter me--hello! here's sumthin' else in the
puss. A ring. Bah! l don't take no
| stock in them things. Can get a hull
CARLOAD jist like it down in Salem street
fur ten cents a one. Put her on, kid"
The ring, evidently designed for II child,
| just fitted the dirty little finger over which
the girl slipped it.
''Now fur the ducats. Rags, ducats is
the root hog er die; an I'm jist porker
huff to root into 'em. One, two, three
grand and galoricus signurs, here's
more'n ten double buzzards. Them stands
fur $50, two of 'em is $40, and SO on
Xcetry. Here goes fur count One,
two, three, four, five. That's jist an even
| 500. Phew! rich is no name fur it. Put
down 800. Does it burn yer fingers?
| I'll even up with that pile and-presto.-
there's $500. Two hundred dollars and
| other chicken feed too numerous to men
| tionn' exclaimed the boy, sweeping the
| money into the purse. Better drop the
| sparkler in. If the old woman gifts on to
| it, good 'evenin' ducats, sparkler, big
| feedin', and ALL l reckon we'd better get
| sum ba'my sleep now"
"But, Bottles, Pm hungry. I want
somethin' to eat first" said Rags, turn
ing her big blue eyes up at him.
''Chew on that then, you poor little
hungry kid you. All L got. Eat way,
Rags; can stand it till mornin'-no, till
dinner tomorrow"
The boy lay down upon pile of rags,
and after the girl had eaten the soda
cracker which he had given to her she
too lay down near him and was soon
wrapped in slumbcr. They awakened
early, rose and stole from the attic, leav-
ing the old woman still asleep.
.*M
~ say, Rags, hain't this iist old serum
shus?''
''Yup," mumbled Rags, as she took
great bite of bread.
''See here, kid, don't be wastin' yer
eatitte on SIGH common grub as bread.
Sail into the beans and salard, and ham N
eggs, and cranberry and sass and-turkcy.
Turkey is the galorious bird of freedom
today" urged Bottles, helping himself in
tIrn to each of the dainties as named.
Perhaps the Crawford was never graced
by such u pair during the whole of it's ex-
tent of catering to the public,
Bottles had purchased two regular din
ner checks, and chosen q table in the cor
ner SO as to be as free as possible from
the hungry crowd which thronged the
place. The waits faces were washed
clean; they were as tidy as their dilapi-
dated garments would permit.
A new yellow ribbon held Rags curls
back from her really pretty face, with its
rogush, big, blue eyes, cute little mouth
and turn up nose. And Bottles, he had
laid out u portion of the wealth on paper
collar, green tic and huge, glaring, red
glass pin. The ring which the purse had
contained was upon Rags foreflnger.
"Hold up, Rags" whispered the boy,
touching her foot with his; "don't lick yer
fingers. Hain't learned you better ner
that? I'm goin' to make lady of you,
kid, and Pm bound to have you git on to
them small items.
"All right, Bottles; / guess yer right
hain't up in SIGH eatin' as this, and you
must pardin Slips
Here's the wine list DO we want
Mummr'
INixey. II amt fur SIGH rs us, Bot
ties, Sides, you'n / has started out ON
the Temperance racket, and it hain't the
thing fur us to use budge'
"Yer spcakin' in right toot now,
Rags. only mentioned the fack fur fun.
Can't you smuggle one of them tarts,
RagsY'
"Hain't It stcaling2" asked the girl,
looking up quickly.
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